Three Black Birds

Three black birds Fly above my head Three black birds Fly above my head The first one is the morning The second is the day The third one is the dark night That brings me back to her Three black birds Fly above my head Three black birds Fly above my head The first one is the morning The second is the day The third one is the dark night That brings me back to her I walk down a dark road Trying to get away All I can think of Is her pretty hair Darkness comes towards me A gun is in my hand Just another moment And were together again Three black birds Fly above my head Three black birds Fly above my head The first one is the morning The second is the day The third one is the dark night That brings me back to her As I reach a lone hill Soon I'm on my knees I kneel beneath the oak tree Where she and I did meet A glance at the dark sky Counting three black birds I think of my sweet bride Breathe in 'cause this won't hurt